Laws, the inky thinks written on white paper, are, and always will be, the best means of protecting people, say leading psychics.
"Society has always been shot," said one, hand on her crystal heart.
"These band-aids should stop the bleeding," she went on, as someone from the other side got on her wicker basket.
Laws, things pissed by men and, equally, women in suits, written on bits of paper mache and enfarced by men and, thankfully, women in uniforms, carrying guns, welding sticks, wearing hats, taking brides, and questioning everythink, have always healed the hurt.
I feel.
Society, a bullet-riddled riddle, is always looking out for the little guy and, equally, girl.
"Especially when they have no clothes on," said one leading downloader.
"Some," kids one, "are so poor they can't afford clothes."
I feel sick in the cuts.
The vertically challenged giant of America has suffered a mild concussion after the roof fell in on her when she tried to change a lightbulb on the chandelier.
"How many women does it take to change a lightbulb on a chandelier?" paralegals asked her to test the veracity of her concussion.
Her answer, believed to be incorrect, was: "What's being a woman go to do with changing anything?"
The heftily concussed former thirsty lady, believed to be intoxicated, denied claims she was changing anything.
"Hang on," she had earlier told husband Bill as he clutched her legs.
He denied that he had been bad lick for the former farced lady.
"She's worked like a slave for change but they've gone for a slave for a change," Bill said, off on a tangerine.
Transmen across Mother Earth are falling pregnant thanks to the latest craze that is weeping the floor: tears.
"Women have been stealing our jobs for years," one heavily fertile transman told his hairdresser.
Transmanians say they feel incredible to be able to finally deliver something that isn't a crying sham out their passages.
"Babies grow faster in the bowel," one screamed in pains that proved to be a false Islam.
"I was only shitting," the Transman wrote on the bowl.
The trend that has made women obsolete is helping men get in touch with their feminine asides.
"I always wanted a Ute," one transman said as he drove off to a day of labour.
America's first baglady Britney Spears has surrendered to the undeniable charms of Presidential aspirin and father-figurine Clinton.
"I have showered her in my love." Clinton said aloft a wonky shopping trolley.
Spears has denied claims that she's a reflection of the undeniable talentlessness of music consumers with more money than sins.
"I am the undeniable product of the women's lip-operation movement."
Teenage girls grow into women.
The world is a better place now than it was in the past.
"I believe in prozac." Spears told herself before drifting off.
Clinton denied that she's ever played volleyball or served a spike.
"I did not have sexual relations with that man - Mr Clinton." Clinton said before the mirror as she shaved this morning.
On her way out, the door shut.
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